by Ella Hilton
My fingers on my clit moving faster, I bring myself to orgasm, loving the idea of cumming while sucking your dick, and sending vibrations through your cock as I moan in pleasure.
Your dick becomes harder, and I know you're getting close. You start to move your hips to meet my mouth, totally lost in the moment, fucking my face. As I look up at you, I see your face and shoulders tense up slightly as you release your hot, liquid love deep into my throat. Your hands holding my head tightly onto your cock, your dick twitching as it explodes your happiness.
My heart beating faster, I drink you, my tongue moving from the base of your cock to the head, in waves, massaging every drop out of your dick. I just love taking in your wonderful liquid. I love the way my lips become swollen from the friction, the feel of your cock relaxing on my tongue, and the way you hold my head close, lovingly, yet firmly.
I stay there a few moments longer, just enjoying these sensations, and thinking how lucky I am to be right here, at this moment. My pussy still twitching from my own orgasm, just moments before yours. The corners of my lips curl up as I slowly slide you out from my lips, as you mouth the words "Thank you", lovingly looking into my eyes. I kiss the tip of your spent member once more, and stand up.
"Still hungry?" you ask. I giggle and nod yes, as we turn off the water and step out of the shower. "Me too," you tell me as you swiftly pick me up and carry me off to the bedroom, still soaking wet.
The End.
Reveling in the Rain
It is a beautiful day. About 75 degrees, slightly breezy, sun is shining but not too hot. So you and I have decided to go on a picnic. We pack tuna salad, one of those great crusty French breads, some veggies and dip, a bottle of champagne, and, of course, strawberries for dessert. When we get to our designated site, an area with beautiful green grass and water babbling nearby, we spread out the blanket. We sit down and start in on our leisurely lunch, talking and laughing. We decide to save the strawberries for later....
I say that the water looks so inviting, and so you take my hand and we walk to its edge. I gingerly dip my right foot. It's so refreshing that I walk all the way into the water. You join me and we play like uninhibited children. We return to our blanket after we notice the sun has gone in a bit. You dip strawberries into the rest of our champagne, and let the wetness slowly drop onto my tongue. I love the sexy smile you have on your face as you do this. Suddenly, we begin to feel raindrops. It is not a heavy rain, but a soft rain that leaves the air smelling sweet. I say that we should head for covering. But you look at me with a mischievous grin. You couldn't have hoped for a better situation.
You know that I have always wanted to make love in the rain. Instead of standing up like I am, you pull me down. You look at me and then you say, "Isn't this what you have fantasized about?"
I say, "What do you mean?"
You say, "Just lie back and feel the rain." So I do. And it feels wonderful. At this point my shirt is clinging to me, as are my shorts. You bend over and kiss me softly. You say, "I think it is time for us to fulfill your dream of making love in the rain." I grow warm thinking about what is to come.
You rub your hands along the outside of my wet shirt, which has now molded to my body. Your touch sets me ablaze. You sit me up so that you can pull my shirt off and unhook my bra. You take a deep breath at my bare top. You lay me back once again. You take off your shirt, revealing a smooth chest that I adore touching. You caress my arms and my sides, slowly working your way towards my immense breasts. I am aching for you to touch me. You take one breast in your hand and begin to massage it. You know how sensitive my nipples are, so you tease me. You slightly brush over the nipple and then move away from it...but then you bring your fingers back to it and begin to play. You move your finger over it in circles to get it hard. Not wanting to forget the other breast, you bring your mouth down to the other nipple and begin to lick, suck and carefully bite, while the other breast is still being given attention by your hand. I can feel myself getting wet.
As you play with my breasts, I move my hands towards your nipples. I love the way they get hard, and you moan, as your penis grows harder, also. I push you away and you look at me as if something is wrong. But I want to suck on your nipples, too. You push me back down and continue playing with my breasts, alternating between using your hand and your mouth. All the while, the rain falls on us. You lap up the water that soaks my half-naked body.
You run your hands over my drenched shorts, and while you cannot tell the difference between the rain's wetness and my own, you can feel the heat building between my thighs. You unzip my shorts and pull them down. All that is left is a pair of pink bikini underwear. Now you are able to see how aroused I am, for there is a large wet spot on my panties. You run your fingers over it and I cannot wait for you to take them off. You ease my panties off and spread my legs wide open. The rain is still falling on my naked body. I love the way it feels. It is incredibly sexy. You begin to rub your fingers through my moistened folds. You pay special attention to my clit. It feels so good. You slip your fingers inside and begin to move them in and out. I can't get enough of you. While doing this, you move your mouth down. You lick the length of pussy, and then concentrate on massaging my clit with your tongue. My thighs are quivering with ecstasy. An orgasm rumbles through my body, but I want more....
I help you shimmy out of your shorts. That bulge in your boxer briefs is so sexy. I rub it with my hand. I pull your underwear off and just look at your penis. It is about 7 inches long and there is a nice thickness to it. I grasp it with my hand and bring my mouth down on it. It feels so good to have you in my mouth. I move up and down its length, swirling my tongue all around. You tell me it feels wonderful, but you want to be inside me, not my mouth. You lay me down and climb on top. Gently, you thrust into me and I moan at the feeling of fullness. You start off slowly, moving in and out. It feels wonderful having you inside me. I begin to feel another orgasm building. Sensing my need, you start to move faster and harder.
I begin to cry out with pleasure. With one final motion, we both explode in a mind-blowing orgasm. The rain's wetness causes us to stick together. I've never felt so close to anyone before. You helped me make my fantasy come true. I say this to you and you vow to never let me go, you want to be there for me always. As you pull out, I kiss you softly. I cannot imagine ever being with anyone else. Thank you for a wonderful day...
The End.
Walking the Dogs
It was mid-afternoon and a hot summer's day, a man walking along a country road heard a noise sounding like an animal in pain. Calling his dogs to heel he went into the bushes with the intention of helping the poor creature. As he blundered around he came upon a bright sunlit clearing where the grass was quite short and in the middle of which lay a beautiful woman on a chequered car rug.
Eyes popping he stopped short, lying supine with her top pushed up above her breasts she fondled the right one with her left hand. He could see that she had already played with the other, as both nipples were extremely hard. Her skirt was up around her waist completely exposing her unclad pubic area that she was gently stroking with the other hand. When he came into view she saw him looking slack jawed and looking directly into his eyes, with a pleading voice she said, "Help me."
Getting over the immediate surprise he realised that this beautiful vision was causing a fast growing swelling in his tight jeans, where the one-eyed snake had started to uncoil. "I think you are doing well enough without my help," he uttered.
"Yes," she replied, "but it would be so much nicer if you were to join in."
Her full lips, gentle smile, well-lubricated and cleanly shaven pussy were all the invitation he needed and walking over to her knelt by her side. The swelling in his jeans had grown to painful proportions now, reaching across she began to stroke his tool through the thick, unforgiving material before easing down his zip.
As it sprang into view she murmured just one word "beautiful," then, collecting he
r thoughts she asked, "does he by any chance have a name?
"Oh yes," he replied, "I call him Richard, might pussy have a name also?"
"Of course," she said smiling, "she is named Virginia."
"Virginia is so beautiful, and she clearly enjoys the sunlight, I see that she is already so very wet."
Bending he kissed her gently on those full and inviting lips, enjoying the sweet musky scent of a woman in heat, simultaneously pushing her hand aside to replace it with his own.
She gasped involuntarily as his manly fingers slid over her little button to burrow deeply inside her. 'Oh yes' she thought, as his fingers started to piston slowly inside her overflowing love pool, her grip on his manhood tightening slightly as she stroked up and down the hot turgid length with its very purple, very swollen head. Changing position slightly she was able to kiss that head and the man shuddered slightly at the welcome change. He felt her lips encircle him now and start moving down his length. 'Ecstasy,' he thought as her tongue also began its rite of passage, 'she really knows how to please a man, this is sooooo damn goooood.'
Slowly she drew her lips back to the tip, sucking hard as she did so, making his eyes glaze over. She repeated this movement over and over, gradually getting faster and faster; she could feel that Richard was growing much harder and fatter as his excitement grew. 'Please,' he thought, 'don't stop, take it all the way and make me cumm.'
Sensing that he was getting close to cumming she upped the pace, making him put his hand to the back of her head as though pulling her closer, his hips moving jerkily. Unable to help himself the animal in him was taking over.
"Now, make me cumm, take it to the limit." The beautiful woman did not stop but held onto his hips with one hand, urging him to greater heights. With a cry he erupted like a volcano, his juice spurting into her eager and hungry mouth. She sucked every last drop from him that she could, finally licking him clean as Richard started to wilt.
"That was absolutely amazing," he said, "you are wonderful, so wonderful, but now it is your turn."
Eagerly anticipating what was to come she lay back again, her pudenda fat and swollen, she was hungry, very hungry. Swallowing his sweet seed had given her an appetite for more, as the love juices boiled hotly in her well of lust, already trickling down between the twin orbs of flesh that formed the cheeks of her ass.
As he moved between her legs she raised her knees leaning them outwards, making herself totally accessible, he lay down on an eye level with her beautiful mound gradually, tantalisingly slowly kissed and licked at the soft white flesh offered to him.
Moving closer to his target made him able to also begin suckling the very thick pink lips that were already on offer.
By now she was going frantic for him, her buttocks heaving up and down with her need, but he took his time. Until suddenly, he was there, she felt him hit the spot, she gasped loudly, a gasp that turned into a long drawn out moan as he began suckling her vibrating button drawing it between his lips, making it swell with pleasure.
His tongue probed her hole deeply, lapping at the copious amounts of honey that she made, up the length of her beautiful slit it went, down and up, down and up, making her swoon at the pleasure that he was giving her while drinking from her well as he went. She knew that if he kept this up she would cumm very, very quickly.
She felt his lips close around her button once more, sucking hard. 'Oh god,' she thought, 'this is fantastic, I never want it to end.' It was then that his tongue started to flick at the button instead, hard, fast and with an expertise that sent her careering towards a climax.
With her hips gyrating and pelvis thrusting he found it a little difficult to stay with her, but not once did his searing tongue leave her burning, pulsing button. Harder, faster and more wildly she moved, bucking under the onslaught of his tongue, closer and closer she came to that beautiful moment of release until with a stifled cry the dam burst taking Christine over the top, thunder bellowing in her ears.
For a while they rested, he holding her close, softly kissing her trembling thighs as she gently floated back to earth as if on a cloud. "Oh Christine, I love you so much," he murmured.
"And I love you too Paul" she replied, "what a wonderful idea to do it here in the open, it lends so much excitement to the moment."
"Well," he said, we'd best be going back now." Adjusting their dress they walked arm in arm to where Christine had left the car, the dogs falling in behind, once they were safely stowed they made their way back to the bungalow.
They had decided on a barbecue that evening, sitting relaxed on the patio enjoying their meal and a bottle of chilled Chardonnay, but unexpectedly the temperature dropped, so while Paul packed everything away Christine went inside to wash the dishes and light the fire. By the time Paul came in it had started to rain quite heavily and she had gone for a shower.
When she returned wearing only a bathrobe Paul had made two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, both liberally laced with Bailey's. He had showered previously but went into the bedroom to change into his kimono.
Returning he sat down beside her on the hand woven rug they had brought back from Egypt, a gift from a Bedouin tribesman whose life they had saved. The log fire now roaring away, Lovingly Paul put his arm around her shoulders quietly sipping at his drink, neither of them speaking, to have done so would have spoiled the moment.
Their mugs eventually emptied and setting them aside turned to one another both knowing what was in the other's mind. Sitting so closely together Paul had noticed that Christine's gown had fallen open to expose the beautiful breasts that he loved so much. He had already grown quite hard and likewise her juices had also started flowing. They had both been thinking of the events of the afternoon. Slipping his hand inside her gown he filled it with her breasts, cupping and stroking them and discovering that her nipples were already erect.
Adjusting his position slightly he closed his lips around each nipple in turn, suckling hard like a starved baby, quickly bringing them to a hardness akin to a tiny erection, until they were both standing out like miniature penis's.
Loosening her gown he gently laid her back and then lay beside her, she turned on her side to face him, eagerly grasping Richard as stiff questing fingers began deeply probing Virginia. Already wet it took scant seconds for her juices to begin flowing copiously, a bead of pre-cumm appearing at Richards tip which she deftly removed with a fingertip for a hungry tongue to lick it off.
As they kissed, at first softly and then more passionately, two stiff tongues explored hungry mouths very deeply. Paul bit gently on her bottom lip and she started trembling.
"What do you want?" he asked, a low growl in his throat which she loved to hear.
"I want you to make love to me darling," she replied.
"Tell me more," he growled.
"I want you inside me, fat, hard and thrusting deeply, I want you to make me cumm hard, I want to feel your lovely semen spilling inside me. Oh god Paul, I want you now, I'm so turned on."
She lay back, knees bent and parted widely, there, nestling between her lovely thighs lay Virginia, pudenda swollen with desire, so hot, so hungry and overflowing with nectar. Paul, now as hard as a rock knelt between those hot thighs, Christine raised her legs offering an easy entry but Richard only nuzzled at the heavenly gates.
"Please darling, don't make me wait, don't tease me, I have never wanted you so badly."
Heeding her plea he lunged into her, feeling the heat, warmth and comfort as he slipped so easily into the tunnel of love, filling Virginia as deeply as he could. Momentarily he paused before withdrawing to repeat more slowly, creating a sensational rhythm as he moved. Christine crossed her ankles pulling hard in time with his thrust, allowing Paul to dictate the pace.
"Oh Paul, I am so close, cumm with me darling, I want us to cumm together, c'mon baby, faster, harder, deeper, yes, that's it, here it comes." Harder he thrust into her, deeper still he went, faster and yet faster, he could feel
the hot sperm building inside, felt it rushing along Richard's length until spewing from the end deep inside her to exactly meet Christine's climax. A scream of pure pleasure formed on her lips that started life as "Paul" but quickly became a hiss as she let go, flooding with her sweet nectar that mixed so easily and freely with Paul's sperm.
Her legs unfolded allowing him to collapse on top of her in a heap, utterly spent, with a smile on his face wider than the Mississippi. So utterly tired and exhausted but totally happy they turned to each other and gently folding their arms around one another drifted into a deep sleep in front of the fire. It had been a wondrous day.
It was now 2:30am, Christine had awoken, Paul lay beside her in a deep sleep. The sleep of the just, she thought smiling to herself. Just how much she loved this man none could ever know and still smiling her mind strayed to when they had met. Of all places in the world it had been Gatwick airport. The memory of that day was still fresh in her mind.
